Us: Look at that guy coming out of the woods. That’s bizarre.
Them: It’s my home.
Us: Look at him pedal a bicycle down the highway! It’s November! Brrr!
Them: Only mode of transportation I have.
Us: He’s going to get killed!
Them: I hope not. That’s why I installed this flashing red light to my handlebars.
Us: Man, he lives in the woods and has to use a bike to get into town! What an awful way to live!
Them: Yeah, it’s nothing to write home about.
Us: What could possible happen for someone to bottom out like that?
Them: It’s a long story. You don’t really want to hear it.
Us: Oh well, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s self-inflicted. Probably drugs.
Them: Maybe it is. Does it really matter?
Whipped Owl 